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“Anything.” She blinked at me, surprised. “You sure?” I nodded. “Anything you like.” She grabbed the aux, brows furrowed in concentration as she scrolled through her playlist. Then a soft giggle escaped her lips, and she tapped a song. “Better” by Khalid started playing. I didn’t expect her to start singing softly with the first line, but she did. Her voice was low, careful, but beautiful. Real. “Love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are…”

The maids began to laugh. "Ohhh, I didn't know Kyra was blind too. Typical omega blood. Weak and useless. At least we weren't sold here by our parents and we are actually getting paid for this job." "She still looks as raggedy as the day she came here. I'm not surprised that she doesn't have a mate yet. If possible she might never find one." Another fit of laughter rippled round but I just ignored it and continued to work. There was nothing I could do. I had accepted my fate a long time ago and fighting was pointless. What was there to fight for?

But now, things were very different, and I was determined to put everything in its place. ~"Once again, I dance alone, Amidst the shadows, With my pain, Freedom arrives, And I'm not mistaken, In this darkness, I see my worth."~ The lyrics echoed in my mind, like a mantra, each word resonating with the strength I had found in myself. Humming the melody, I felt a surge of confidence building, each note reminding me that I was stronger than I ever imagined. The past had no power over me, and music was a reminder of my new reality.

Rage! I had no idea in my past life!! I fucking had no idea!! Why my strong wolf Lena became the weakest wolf.. The Universe wanted me dead by all means.

Why I was a born as a girl? They say I'm weak. They say not I'm not strong enough. Because I'm q girl.... Have a useless power. I can sense something that i know. I can make a duplica to my self and of course i can copy an living creature identity

Who exactly was she? "Hi,can I help you?" She let out slowly, her voice flowing like a melodic song that resonated within me. The sound was captivating, drawing me further into her presence. She nervously bit her lip, a subtle gesture that stirred a primal desire within me. I couldn't help but imagine her teeth sinking into something else, something more intimate, igniting a surge of longing within me. She appeared youthful, no older than twenty-two, her presence exuding a certain innocence and freshness. Yet, there was something about her that seemed out of place amidst the surroundings. Her demeanor conveyed a sense of not belonging, as if she were a delicate flower caught in an unfamiliar

Jayla Isn't it funny how you will tell yourself that people's words can't hurt you and you will feel that you are so strong, but then when they say something hurting, you will be reduced to a bawling mess again? Maybe l am just weak. Maybe I am still weak. I have to be, to let them affect me so much that I even threw up. I have to be really weak. I play their words in my head over and over again and I am a hundred person sure that their conversation was all about me. And I am also a hundred percent sure that they despise my guts above everything.